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The trouble of being a teenager I woke up to the sound of yelling from the outside of my room. I quickly got up and ran out the door, to find my mother fumbling down the stairs with her suitcase. “Jesus Christ, this is impossible! Don’t just stand there Sam, help me!” She practically yelled. “Would you be quiet? Jake is still asleep” I said with a low voice, as I grabbed one side of the suitcase and helped my mom carry it down. Once it was on the ground she sat on the couch trying to catch her breath,
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